This is exactly what the St Luke Foundation does every day, we forget our pain to go and help others even when the road is difficult, even when there is no gasoline. We pay elevated street prices and remove the stones in the path so that we can continue to help. We will push the trucks if we need to in order to continue the outreach support where it is most helpful.

This week when Wilflo returned home, everyone wanted to see him. His family and friends greeted him with a welcome worthy of a king. They surrounded the car excited to see and talk to him. The phrase "Oh dear Jesus!" is what they all said over and over.

Dear family and friends,

The last weekly update I sent was a strong attempt on my part to find a silver lining in many dark clouds,

I had hardly pushed the "send" button when another thunderhead roared at us, and threw lightening in all directions.

Marie Ange was kidnapped from our NPFS home for children called St Anne, the community made up of both disabled children and very small fully abled children.

Gunmen came over the wall, made their way across the roof of the pigpen (where we raise the pre Duvalier era Creole pig, to try to reintroduce it to the peasant farmers),

and without effort, climbed down the ladder used for reaching the cisterns where we reuse water from our Tilapia farm to irrigate the fields.

This is Jounal Odilan, he is 48 years old and has 3 children. He lives in Plaine Martin in the south. These last few days of his life and that of his community have become very strange. Days before the earthquake they prayed for rain because they almost all have gardens to feed themselves. Then came the earthquake which destroyed all their houses. Now they do not know if they should pray for the rain because they have no place to sleep and they also know if there is no rain they will not have water for the gardens and no food.

The St Luke team is doing huge work, and there are updates on the2021 Earthquake Response — St. Luke Foundation For Haiti (stlukehaiti.org) website

These particular messages are the work of my own team. The work is tough and requires a lot of rough driving, loading, carrying, walking, visiting people, listening to their challenges, and practical help.

"I was at a funeral at Sainte Famille Church in Camperin when the earthquake hit last August 14 in Haiti. Who would have thought? We were about fifty people who gathered to say goodbye to a young girl who had died. At 8:30 a.m. the earthquake passed and the church fell on us.

As we slept under star stars in Les Cayes two nights ago, having led another caravan of medicines, supplies and building materials to the South,

and while mosquitos ate us alive, the heavens were spectacular and the earth was all music.